The Last Breath of Summer
Video Credit: Rumble - Published
The Last Breath of Summer
The cabin at Stillwater Lake was supposed to be my sanctuary—a place to escape the chaos of city life and reconnect with nature.
My father had built it decades ago, back when summers stretched endlessly and laughter echoed across the water.
But this year, something felt off.
The air carried a strange heaviness, like the calm before a storm that never came.
The lake itself seemed… wrong.
Its surface shimmered unnaturally, reflecting not the sky but something darker beneath.
It wasn’t until I heard the whispers—soft, melodic voices rising from the depths—that I realized the idyllic retreat of my childhood harbored secrets too terrible to name.
